A Mother's Offer

Morning light came as a respite for the people of the house. A renewed forced determination of a son breeding his mother for the sole purpose of producing a child helped to push down the shameful reality of how depraved the act was and how deeply they had enjoyed it. Their minds began to develop a defense mechanism to justify the pleasure as a natural part of the process.

Laura was the first one to get up, slipping into her soft terry cloth housecoat over the slip she slept in. She didn't bother to wear anything beneath it. What's the point? She would have to disrobe when he wanted to mount her again. Her heart grew heavy at the thought. Once more, she would have to play the part of the compliant animal, endure the humiliation of bending over, spreading her backside so she can be taken by the very man she had carried in her womb. Yet that very womb responded with a treacherous, heavy pulse that made her face flush. And her face wasn't the only part of her body that was flushed.

She got out of the room and padded barefoot down to the kitchen.

Andy heard the door creak open and shut on the opposite side of the hallway. His heart started to beat faster. He glanced to his side, and Kathy was turned away. But he could sense she was awake. He didn't say anything to her, just got up and moved to the door. A magnetic pull drew him out of the room, made him chase her.

Kathy sensed the bed move as her husband slipped out. She lay still as the door clicked shut, leaving her all alone like yesterday, all alone in the invisible prison of her own making. Her lips pressed to stifle a cry. But she, too, had to play her part, and that part was letting them have as much alone time, keeping herself away from them. It would have been so much better for her if she hadn't needed to be there. But she couldn't let her husband come there alone, as she didn't trust that he would go through it without her silent, desperate pressure.

It was a Saturday morning, and it was almost quiet outside except for the chirping of birds. The calm almost made them feel as if they were the only living beings in the world.

When Andy stepped into the kitchen, Laura was putting coffee beans into the machine. The morning sun filtered through the window, casting her in a reddish golden glow. The loose strands of hair escaping her messy bun curled delicately against her neck, the soft slope of her collarbone just visible above the neckline of her robe. It was so sexy that he kept staring at her. His body was heating up the same way it used to at the sight of Kathy when they were newlyweds.

Laura sensed the weight of his gaze and turned. Her breath hitched in her throat as she took in the sight of him, a disheveled man who had spent the night chasing his demons. And she couldn't deny that she liked what she saw.

"Morning, Mom." His voice was tired as he walked in.

"Didn't sleep much?" she asked, her voice raspy, missing its usual authority.

"No," Andy replied, "I don't think anyone did."

He pulled a cup out of the cupboard. "And, how are you doing?" The question clearly wasn't meant to be just a courtesy.

Laura shrugged as she moved away to let him make his coffee. "I don't know," she said, " I am ...still having a hard time processing that it actually happened. " She gave him a sad smile.

Andy placed the cup on the machine. He turned to see her, jokingly asked, "So you are thinking of calling it off?" with a smile at the corner of his lips in teasing.

"You wish." Laura gave a small, humorless laugh. She shook her head, "Sorry to kill your hope, but you will have to do it again."

Andy pressed for espresso; the sound of coffee grinding saved them from the awkward silence that followed. She looked at the stairway, "Kathy, isn't she coming down?"

"No." Still avoiding looking at her, "She is making sure that we get enough us time so I can knock you up in a hurry," He took the steaming cup in hand.

Laura reached for the cupboard to get her own mug. Andy's eyes darted to the way the fabric pulled taut against her ripe curves, outlining the flared, rounded shape of her ass. The sight triggered a sudden flash of memory. She was bending bare in the dim light of her bedroom, the sound of his thrusts hitting her plush skin as he fucked her from behind. And now watching the fabric pulled against her as she reached for the shelf made his pulse thicken.

His gaze broke as she talked again, "It's brave of her, you know, to allow her man to have sex with another woman to have her baby. It takes a lot of courage and a very special kind of open-mindedness to have the heart to even suggest it." She put her mug in the machine.

Andy sipped his espresso, loving the strong, bitter taste awakening his senses. He leaned against the counter, his eyes following the way the morning light caught her fine, golden strands as she pressed for the coffee.

"She let me be with you because she figured there was no way I could be attracted to you," he said with an involuntary mockery. "So to her, there was no risk of losing me to another woman, if the other woman is you," he focused on the espresso.

Laura felt the treacherous flutter at the mockery in his voice. It was as if he were telling that Kathy was wrong. She kept her back to him, watched as the dark liquid filled her mug. Silence returned to the kitchen.

Andy chuckled, "And if you call her brave, then what will you call me? I am the one here who is actually doing it."

She leaned against the counter beside him, the steam from her coffee rising. A playful, dangerous smile spread on her lips, "Oh, come, Andy. You make it sound as if it's a suffering." Her lips twitched, " It can't be that bad. I know I am old, and my body isn't as tight as the women of your age, but I am still an attractive woman."

Andy scoffed, "You can easily put most girls of my age to shame." He swallowed the last sip, "It's not that." His gaze dropped to the floor. "It's just... weird... that..." He couldn't finish.

Laura watched him over the rim. Her playful smile broadened, "That's just weird that you fucked me, your mother."

Andy flinched, his head snapping up to look at her, shocked to see the playful smile on her face. The word sounded alien coming from her mouth. Even though he did fuck her last night, in his twenty-five years, he had never heard her utter anything more than a mild curse. And now hearing her say fucked was sickeningly arousing.

Laura took another sip, watching his reaction, the playful smile still lingering on her lips. "Well?" she teased, "Are you going to deny it?"

Andy stared at her, his grip tightening around the empty cup. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Deny it? How could he deny what they both knew was true? He had fucked her. Not just fucked her, bred her, to impregnate her with his seed. The reality made his cock twitch traitorously in his sweatpants.

Laura's gaze dropped to his lap, her smile widening slightly as she noticed the telltale movement. "Oh, shame," she laughed, setting her cup down on the counter. "Looks like someone doesn't find it all that weird."

Andy's face burned. He wanted to protest, to insist that he was horrified, that he hated every second of it. But the truth was, he didn't. The truth was, he had enjoyed it. More than ever, he thought it possible. The way her body had yielded to him, the way she had moaned beneath him, it had been intoxicating. And now, standing here in the kitchen with her, he wanted her again. Badly.

Andy took a step closer. He set the cup clattering onto the counter. He was done fighting the urge, done pretending to be disgusted by the desire twisting inside him. He studied her face, the soft lines around her eyes, the fullness of her lips, her teasing smile, and he knew the truth. He wanted her. So badly wanted her.

Laura's breath hitched as he closed the distance between them. "Andy," she uttered. Despite the early tease and fun, she felt a fear run through her. The playful smile withered under the weight of his stare.

She was teasing him, enjoying his torment of inner conflict, but she didn't expect to unleash a beast so openly hungry to devour her. Her son's gaze rushed a flood of wet heat to her core. The fear in her wasn't of him taking her again; it was how much it was thrilling her, how much she wanted him to take her again.

Andy moved even closer, caging her with the counter at her back. But she was no caged prey.

She reached out, her fingers trembling as they landed on his chest, right over his hammering heart. The terry cloth of her robe felt thin between them. She didn't push him away; instead, her hand slid upward, her palm grazing the heat of his neck before burying itself in the hair at the nape of his head. It was the same gesture she'd done a thousand times when he was a child, comforting, possessive of her boy, but now it was done for entirely a different reason.

Andy leaned into her touch, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent, pulled her crushing against his chest. Laura's fingers curled tighter in Andy's hair as his lips grazed her neck, warm, uneven puffs against skin she suddenly realized was far too exposed. The robe's belt had loosened in their struggle, and gaped open, her ample breasts pressing against his chest with each ragged breath.

Andy's hands slid under the robe, his palms molding to the heavy, rounded weight of her naked ass. He gripped the soft flesh of each cheek, kneading them, pulling and parting the deep crevice as he felt the sheer abundance of her behind. Laura got crazy with her ass being abused by the bruising grip of his hands. She gripped his hair tighter as his lips travelled down her collarbone in a trail of feverish kisses. With urgency, she hooked her fingers under the edge of her robe flap and pushed it down along with her slip, presenting her soft, yielding flesh, bearing her forty-five-year-old breasts to his. The hem of the slip caught against her erect, sensitive nipples on its way, the sudden tug sending a jolt of electricity straight to her pussy.

"Andy..." she whimpered, the name no longer a maternal summons but a raw, naked plea.

Andy snapped up from her neck, his eyes darkening as they fixed on the swollen, rose-colored peaks erected against the fabric. The slip had hitched just enough that a sliver of her large areolas was visible, pale, tempting. His hand left her backside, his thumb rolling over the nipple, and cleared it from its prison. And then he latched.

Laura's back arched with a muffled moan, her fingers digging into his scalp to anchor him there. She let out a hum of satisfaction as she arched to offer more of her breast into his mouth, once more after so many years. As a man, he claimed her, lifting her with a strength that brooked no resistance. His arms hooked beneath the heavy, silken curves of her thighs, hoisting her onto the cold granite counter.

Laura let out a sharp, fractured gasp as the cold shock of the stone hit her naked ass, the chill of marble and his burning palms sending the shock waves of arousal through her. Her terry cloth robe and slip fell away completely now, pooling around her hips like her discarded dignity.

"Andy," she breathed, her voice a fragile plea as she needed him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into the cradle of her lap. She pulled the hem of the slip up, bearing her pussy to her son.

Andy didn't hesitate. His hands fumbled with the drawstring of his sweatpants, freeing his rigid, pulsing cock. The sight of it, thick and hard in demand, against the pale, mature skin of her inner thighs, transfixed her. Though he had fucked her the night before, the sheer nastiness of the sight of her own son's thick, purple-veined length twitching, and the depraved arousal of knowing it would soon disappear in her, overwhelmed her.

Andy's eyes locked on her golden-furred pussy. The slight mature pouch of fat made her lips plump, folds glistening with the translucent nectar, deliciously inviting. He guided himself to her entrance, feeling the slick, hot welcome she had already prepared for him. He watched with focus as his dick pushed her lips apart, his length sliding inside. With a low, guttural growl, he thrust upward, burying his dick to her hilt.

Laura's head snapped back, a high, fractured cry ripping from her throat. Then she leaned in a hurry to kiss him for the first time in their lives. Their lips locked with hunger, tongues danced in sloppy kisses as his hips rushed to hammer her, her soft, generous thighs rippled with a cascade of nonstop rhythmic slaps that echoed through the kitchen.

He reached up and grabbed her ample tits, his fingers digging into the pale flesh until he left red, blooming marks. He kneaded them like dough, rolling her erect, swollen nipples between his fingers until she was blind with it, pinching them as she moaned into his mouth. Laura's fingers curled into his shoulder blades, her nails digging deep into his skin as he buried himself inside her, again and again, with a stunned, breathless wonder. The sensation of being filled by him, her own flesh, the very man she had once nursed, was too much to bear for her; the stretch and burn of the friction of his thick cock started to send her spiraling into a dark, bottomless void.

"Oh, Andy... oh, baby... I love you, baby," she screamed, like a volcanic eruption of suppressed desire. "Fuck mommy, baby... fuck your mother's pussy hard!"

Andy couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth; he gaped in profane euphoria, hearing her talk dirty spurring him on, making him drive deeper, harder. The counter beneath her trembled with the force of his thrust. Laura could feel herself unmaking, her climax building with terrifying speed. She clung to him, her body trembling as the pleasure threatened to consume her. Andy saw the way her face contorted in pleasure, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her orgasm was about to rip through her. He adored it, he loved it, and he found it so nasty.

He growled out, "That's it, mom, cum for me, cum for your son, Laura!"

Laura's eyes flew open at the sound of him calling her name. Not 'Mom', but 'Laura'. And that insult was such a profane desecration of her identity as his mother that with a shattered, high-pitched cry, she started to cum violently around his hammering cock.

The kitchen echoed with Laura's cries, as she forwent the decency to hide that she was fucking her own son. Her body arching off the counter as waves of pleasure crashed through her in ripples of uncontrolled shudders. Andy watched, mesmerized, as her face twisted in stillness. He wasn't far behind. His vision started to blur with her thighs clenched around his hips, crushing, pulling him deeper as she rode out the aftershocks of minor, continuous orgasms, her inner muscles fluttering around him to the point of no return.

His hips stuttered, his rhythm breaking as heat coiled tight at the base of his cock, and in no time, he started to pour rope after rope of hot cum deep into her, flooding her womb with the seed he was meant to spill.

Laura felt the warmth of his release flooding her, the sensation of warm semen splattered pushed her into another orgasm, her body started milking every last drop from him in hungry demand.

Andy collapsed, his forehead heavy against her damp shoulder. They hung there, the tangle of two spent animals fused to the edge of the counter, lost in their shared sin.

And then, the floorboards in the hallway groaned. Someone had been watching them.

"That was the most erotic thing I have seen in my life," a voice boomed.

Andy exploded out of the tangle. He lurched back, his retreating cock snapping out of her with a wet, hollow pop that sent dollops of his cum spattering across the granite and Laura's inner thighs. He stood there, chest heaving, his semi-hard cock weeping drips of white onto the tile. He waited for her scream. He waited for her anger.

But Kathy didn't scream.

She just loomed in the doorway. She didn't look like a grieving wife. Her eyes were dark.

Andy's brain was still too foggy to function. He stood frozen, paralyzed by the shame of the state of his mother, as he displayed her defiled to his wife. A respected woman, now thoroughly ravished, bare breasts heaving to ride out the aftershocks of her orgasms, legs spread wide to the world. She was defiled and disoriented, her head lolling and eyes half-rolled, oblivious to the daughter-in-law watching her shamelessly sated by her own son.

Kathy looked up to see the ashen face of her husband, "Last night," she purred, " I felt so guilty. I thought I was killing you." She paused, her eyes locking onto the raw, pink hue of Laura's ravaged body. "But seeing you two make love like lost, hungry lovers... so open... so filthy..." darted a look at Andy, her lips curling. "You're sure you haven't done this before?"

Andy pulled his sweatpants up to hide his dick, still wet with their incestuous coupling. He felt the sting of an insult to his mother, but Kathy wasn't insulting. She walked close, tilting his chin with a soft tenderness to kiss his lips.

"I am just happy to see that you aren't hating it anymore," she said against his mouth, then moved her lips to his ear in a jagged whisper. "And if you want me to be honest... seeing you ... with her has me absolutely soaking." Kathy strode back with a giggle, leaving her husband shell-shocked.

She turned to Laura, who was finally drifting back from the wreck of pleasure. The older woman struggled to pull the straps of her slip to cover her spent body, avoiding Kathy's gaze in a flush of abject embarrassment. Kathy breathed out, "You were so beautiful." Laura stopped mid-motion. She raised her glowing face slowly, a sated smile spreading on her lips as she drank in the amused arousal on Kathy's face.

Kathy moved closer, tucking Laura's golden strands behind her ear, "I mean it...you were breathtaking." With a slow, deliberate grace, she hooked her thumbs under the fallen straps and pulled them up over Laura's mature shoulders. Her fingers brushed against the radiating heat of Laura's skin.

Laura sat relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being a doll dressed by a child. Kathy didn't stop at the straps. She smoothed the bunched fabric of the silk slip cover over Laura's exposed, gaping pussy, but stopped, transfixed by the plump fold of her mature pussy, her used hole still leaking viscous fluid. She pressed two fingers into that soft, warm flesh, drawing a sharp, shattered gasp from Laura's mouth. With a slurping wet sound, Kathy pushed them apart, watching as more creamy fluid trickled out of the parted hole like molten lava.

She looked up at Andy, who stood awestruck, watching the two women bond over something so depraved. Kathy hissed in disbelief, "You really loved to fuck your mother, didn't you?"

Andy, instead of averting her amused gaze, met her eyes with shameful pride.

***End of Chapter 2***